The Weight of Passing Things
Hi,
I made this video 14 years ago. I came across the location where I filmed it, which is now vacant. Still. As you can see in the video, the building had already been long abandoned in 2012.
So I thought of this video, went looking and realised I had never uploaded it. I was making a few videos then, and was the primary carer of my daughter who was only 16 months then. And so it's remained unseen all this time. The poem also, has never been published before.
Now, it's for you.
All These Things We Leave Behind
A Video Poem
Watch on YouTube HERE
What did you think?
Has my style changed at all?
Text below.
Never published until now.
All these things
9/1/12
All these things
Whose time has come to pass
Whether they were ready or not
Forever suddenly has an end
Infinity has become finite
The hinges have rusted
Concrete shattered
No one to pick up the pieces
Fragments forgotten
Easier to begin again
Than to reconnect.
Yesteryear with pages Torn
Bound by faded mustard covers
The walls are coming down
Exposing interiors
Revealing frailties.
The Edges are frayed
The beautiful now Withered
Prospering weeds
Obscuring the history
Of a world owned by youth
Now decaying and no longer meaningful
Their escapades lost to time
A broken cross on the earth
Before the demise has come to pass.
It’s just another symbol
Of the way we treat
Those who do not measure up anymore
The unsubstantial, the declining
And the vulnerable
And while you turn your cheek
To more pristine prospects
Remember
That your turn is coming.
From memory, this was a case of the video being shot first and the poem was written around it. It was all done at the same time, January, 2012.
How did this make you feel?
Has my work changed over the years?
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